Strep throat and other ways I’m paying

We shipped the Nut to Arkansas with Grammy and Papoux and headed to New York for our friend Julia’s wedding. We don’t make it back to NYC often, so when we’re there, we binge, sucking up every drop of the city that we left nearly five years ago. We weren’t there for long this trip, but the day we arrived we were awake for 23 consecutive hours, the last eight or so of which were spent carousing with our childless Manhattan friends, going bar to too familiar bar in the East Village, drunkenly posting photos on Facebook of ourselves wandering along First Ave. while bragging about what a hellion how cute our daughter is.

On Saturday, we slept until 11!

But the debauchery was too much for my aged body, and a weekend that would have been unremarkable when I was 24 has left me now battered and battling the worst sore throat of my life. At least being older means I have a doctor friend willing to call in antibiotics. And I have health insurance!